A mother has a sense for pain
she heres a noise and runs to your aid
in an attempt to protect what she made
but for this she recieves no pay
or thanks for the part that she played
in keeping you safe.
When the day comes that you runaway
in attempt to reach a higher place
she won't forget your face
so please don't forget the part that she has played.
Awwww...this is very sweet to
Awwww...this is very sweet to a mother's ears.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "